Just some random blurbs and crap cuz i feel frustrated/angry for some reason rn.
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HW - prompt: personal 3 spread tarot; 6 cups↑, cups knight↓, wands queen↑
They might've seen each other a few times. Only in passing though, because either she was running somewhere or he was just not in the mood to show himself on the streets. But finally, it happened one night that the two ran into each other and started talking.
Or more like the molly ran into him lying under a larger piece of wood - he guessed it belonged to some furniture once - in one of the alleys he used to hide in when a dog was after him. His whole body was aching.
When the mollie found him he could barely keep himself awake. He was just so tired. His thoughts were like five different cans of cat food mixed together, but when the white fur of the mollie showed up in his vision he thought he was on the Other Side.
Her gentle voice caught him off guard.